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Her frown deepened, and she fell silent, crossing her arms. "You have to be careful, Abel."
He stuck his hands in his pockets, not saying anything for a moment. "It might be best to sneak in tonight. Get it over with."
"Well... you mentioned control earlier. How would they go about doing that?"
He gave her a bit of a glare, which wasn't common on his face. "It's nothing, Fleur."
She paused, considering him. "Then what do you suggest?"
"Well, we gotta sneak in," he said matter-of-factly. "But I'm just... I'm really not looking forward to it."
"What if it's big enough?" she countered. "A full out rebellion? At least then all the attacks would be explicit, you know? Clear cut."
He waved a hand in the air. "Irrelevant. But from the sounds of things, he wanted your necklace. For some reason. And he has it now."
"Yes," she said, with a small shrug. "Because there are also situations where the human body needs to continue being out of whack. Like... when a...
He squinted at her, rubbing his temple as if he had an oncoming headache. "Okay, well..." He exhaled, looking conflicted. "There's a guy. A...
She pursed her lips. "My mother used to talk about them when we... when we used to talk about things. Apparently, there's two types of feedback...
He looked down at her before looking back at the pink-haired girl. "Thanks for your help," he said flatly, gesturing for Fleur to leave with him....
She rested her hands flat against the table, squinting down at the map. "Abel, do you know about positive feedback systems?"
He glanced down at her for a moment. "Well, you might not've heard, but I delivered," the girl said, standing up. "I repaid him. I don't want...
She looked up at him, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. "Then what do we do?"
Her gaze shifted to Ferris and she paused before her eyes widened with recognition. "Hey... I know you!" Ferris frowned nervously, rubbing the...
Her frown deepened and she set the ammunition on the table, leaning to look at what he was studying. "Like what?"
Her eyes narrowed and she squinted at the two of them. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She came in, balancing a crate of ammunition on her hip. She noticed his expression and frowned, coming over to him "What is it?"
She shifted on her bar stool, looking at the two of them critically. "A... necklace?"
